”Quote tough crowd unquote,“ Schechner and I mumbled in unison.
Tartan’s act -- sermonperformances, he called them (pronounced as if crude French: Sairre-mon-pair-for-mhawnss) -- went well. Half the audience laughed, and half resented the others‘ laughter. Then Father Tartan’s act went even better. The laughter grew loud, the resentment deep. Fights broke out. War was declared. Lives lost, planets divided. Schechner and I snuck out the back and went looking for a taxi.
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